Chapter 94: Still Held Up

Damien Somehow, when I woke up, I found myself still in my apartment, not at the workshop. It suddenly came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks, burying me and crushing me to smithereens when I realized I still had another day of meetings, and since we hadn’t even touched on the engineers yet, it was looking as though we would have to continue into Sunday. I was done for. I was angry and, most importantly, craving some Charlotte. It was already Saturday, the second day of the workshop, and I was still stuck dealing with the fallout of the business mess that had kept me tied up the day before. I had promised Charlotte I’d be there for her, but no matter how hard I tried to free myself from this nightmare of a work emergency, something else kept pulling me back in. First things first, when I got into the meeting, the engineers were the first to talk. They layered grievances upon grievances that nearly ruptured my brain, and I found myself repeating, “We’ll get back to you on that